Chapter Thirty-Nine: Defeating Qi Fang

  Although Wang Ke was only in the middle of his Nascent Soul stage, his actual strength far surpassed that of many late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators. With the pure spiritual energy within him, the power of his sword light was extremely great.

  In the year outside the forbidden land, he practiced more diligently than anyone else. Although the Huajian Jue was only the most basic sword technique, it had an extraordinary power in his hands.

  At this moment, only the figures of Wang Ke and Qi Fang were seen flashing on the stage, with sword lights flying around them, intense collisions unfolded, and astonishing spiritual power fluctuations burst out from the battle group.

  The venue where the two were located was surrounded by more and more monks who came to watch, looking at the fierce battle between the two on the field, everyone began to discuss it.

  "What kind of disciple is this Xuanwu Peak's, how can he be so formidable?" a young cultivator asked in doubt.

  "Yes, I've been at Xuanwu Peak for so long, how come I've never seen him before?" A young monk wearing a Xuanwu Peak robe next to him looked at Wang Ke on the stage with a puzzled expression.

  "Unexpectedly, the Huajian Jue in his hands actually showed such great power, and was able to fight against the mid-term and late-term Nascent Soul realms until now, it's really too awesome."

  "It's already come down to this and still no one has won, I'm afraid this competition is going to be a long one."

  "That's not necessarily true, Qi Fang Shixiong is a master of the late Nasal stage after all, and he still has an ultimate move that hasn't been used yet. I think it's about time for him to use Qinglong Peak's ultimate technique." Another young man beside him said.

  "Look quickly, Qi Fang Shixiong has unleashed his ultimate move!" As soon as the words left his mouth, a shout of surprise came from the other side, and dozens of pairs of eyes turned to look over.

  At this time, Qi Fang's expression was solemn, and with a movement of his foot, he flashed out to the back, a cold light flashing in his eyes. He stretched out his hand and beckoned, the sword light flying back to his side. Then, with his right hand bent and pointing, a ball of cyan spiritual energy shot out from his hand, suddenly enveloping all the sword lights inside, instantly forming a cyan light sphere in front of him.

  Then he saw him muttering to himself, and after a moment, his right hand pointed, and the green light ball in front of him suddenly burst open. A green shadow rushed out of the light ball and flashed towards Wang Ke.

  "A Dragon's Sword" a shout of surprise came from the sidelines, as they watched the Azure Dragon appear, the surrounding cultivators' faces all turned serious.

  King Ke, standing opposite, also fixed his gaze, his face slightly more solemn. The Qinglong Sword Manual was the ultimate skill of Qinglong Peak, with a destructive power that was extremely astonishing and powerful.

  The blue sword dragon flashed and arrived in front of Wang Ke, its speed was twice as fast as the previous sword light. Wang Ke's mind moved, and the Xuanwu shield appeared in front of him, colliding with the incoming blue dragon.

  A deafening explosion of sword energy burst forth, the Xuanwu shield in front of him trembling twice, and the powerful force sent Wang Ke flying back two steps.

  King Ke could be repelled, and Qi Fang's eyes began to show a triumphant look. With a flick of his right hand, the sword move was urged on, and the blue dragon sword instantly rose into the air before suddenly descending from the sky and shooting towards King Ke.

  Wang Ke's foot moved slightly, and the Flying Cloud Step was displayed. In an instant, he flashed to the left, one zhang away, and the cyan sword dragon slammed into the ground.

  A loud explosion shook the ground, and a massive crater was blasted out of the hard earth by the sword dragon. Smoke billowed, rocks shot out wildly, and chaotic spiritual energy surged in all directions.

  However, the explosion had not yet subsided when the cyan sword dragon burst out of the smoke and dust again, shooting straight at Wang Ke. Seeing the sword dragon approaching, Wang Ke's feet moved again as he flashed away once more with his Flying Cloud Step.

  "The power of the Qinglong Sword Manual is indeed formidable, and even this junior brother from Xuanwu Peak doesn't dare to take it head-on." A young cultivator said calmly as he watched Wang Ke continuously dodging on the stage.

  "Hmm, Qi Fang's cultivation is indeed profound, worthy of being a master in the late stage of Nascent Soul."

  "Yes, now Qi Fang Shixiong is finally showing his true strength. I suppose the outcome of the battle is already not far off." A disciple from Qinglong Peak said with a smile.

  On the field, Wang Ke displayed his flying cloud step, dodging and weaving repeatedly. To everyone's eyes, it seemed that Wang Ke had lost his power to resist at this moment.

  Zi Fang also thought so, he was full of confidence in the power of his Qinglong Sword Manual.

  "Admit defeat, kid!" Qi said with a smirk, releasing his grip on the sword hilt.

  "Is that so, you really think your Qinglong Sword Technique is that powerful?" Just then, Wang Ke let out a cold snort from his mouth, suddenly standing still without dodging, his eyes emitting a chilly glow as he looked over.

  When he heard Wang Ke's words, Qi Fang's heart trembled slightly, and when he saw Wang Ke's eyes, a trembling feeling rose in his heart.

  "Hmph, this kid must be putting on a show. Not dodging is fine, let's settle this once and for all." Seeing Wang Ke standing there without flinching, Qi Fang suddenly urged his sword technique, the blue dragon surrounding his sword flashing with intense blue light, the spiritual pressure emanating from it suddenly surging violently.

  "Huh? What does he want to do by standing still?" Seeing Wang Ke stop, the monks at the scene were almost all filled with doubt, not understanding what he wanted to do.

  "Senior brother, hide quickly!" The disciple from Xuanwu Peak reminded him anxiously.

  At this moment, Wang Ke took a deep breath, his right hand beckoned, and in an instant, five cyan sword lights flashed and appeared, flying above his head under his control, condensing into a giant cyan sword. He then grasped the giant sword with both hands and slashed down fiercely.

  A dazzling blue light flashed, a giant blue sword descended from the sky and chopped down on the sword dragon in front of it. With a loud "bang", a violent spiritual force burst out, and cracks instantly appeared on the ground.

  Under the giant sword, the cyan sword dragon was directly cut off, and the condensed sword light broke apart. A flying sword was knocked out by a powerful force and fell far away on the ground. At the same time, a dull hum came from Qi Fang's mouth.

  "Thud, thud, thud..." He retreated several steps in a row, his face suddenly turned pale, and a thread of fresh blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. His eyes, filled with bloodshot, stared fixedly at the front, full of an expression that dared not believe.

  "How is this possible, my Qinglong Sword Intent..." At this time, Qi Fang still couldn't believe that his Qinglong Sword Intent's condensed sword dragon was actually cut off by a Nascent Soul stage junior brother. The sword dragon being cut off caused his internal energy to suffer a severe backlash, instantly inflicting serious internal injuries on him.

  "...This..." The crowd at the scene was stunned, completely unexpected that such a huge change would occur in an instant, and Wang Ke actually cut off Qi Fang's Sword Dragon with one move.

  "Impossible, that last move was really just a ordinary sword technique? I'm not seeing things, am I?" A disciple of White Tiger Peak blinked his eyes, looking somewhat disbelieving.

  "Is this still the Huajian Jue? It's actually cut down Qifang's sword dragon, what a terrifying power!" Another young cultivator next to him shook his head in shock.

  "This kid is really something, he's incredibly powerful, it seems that the outcome of this match has already been decided."

  "Yes, with mid-term cultivation of Nascent Soul, he can defeat Qi Fang, I'm afraid such a genius only exists among the core disciples."

  "It goes without saying, Xuanwu Peak also has such a powerful expert. It seems that today's trial will be very exciting." The onlookers at the scene were discussing and speculating, Wang Ke stretched out his hand and beckoned, the cyan giant sword transformed into a sword light and was withdrawn, leaving behind a ferocious slash mark on the ground of the arena, while the opposing side, Qi Fang, had an expressionless face.

  "Do you want to hit me again?" Wang Ke said calmly, staring at Qi Fang.

  Upon hearing Wang Ke's words, Qi Fang snapped back to reality, shaking his head with a hint of unwillingness: "You win this time." After saying that, he turned around and walked to the side, picked up the flying sword that had fallen on the ground, and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

  Watching Qi Fang reluctantly leave, Wang Ke's expression remained calm. To enter the top ten, he had to defeat his opponent. Even if he revealed some of his strength, it was no big deal. He turned around and returned to the edge of the field, starting to meditate and regulate his breath.

  Having won this match, if we win two more matches next, the promise will be fulfilled. In any case, the next matches cannot be lost.

  "Awesome, he actually defeated two Nascent Soul stage cultivators in a row. This Wang Ke is not simple at all." Many people on the scene focused their attention on Wang Ke, but seeing him meditating with his eyes closed, no one approached him.

  "Hmm, this time among the mid-term disciples of Naqi, I don't know who's more powerful between him and Han Feng."

  "Han Feng is one of the genius disciples of White Tiger Peak, and has already won several matches in a row. He defeated two Late Nascent Soul stage experts with the same move, I really want to see him fight against that person."

  At this time, in a region next to the east side, a young man sat cross-legged. This young man looked not very old, but his face was cold and stern, with several knife scars on his face, and his whole body emitted an astonishing aura of evil, wearing a white tiger peak long gown. At this time, many cultivators also gathered around to watch the battle.

  King Ke had noticed this person earlier, who was also in the middle stage of Nasal Qi cultivation. However, at this moment his strength was extremely powerful and his combat experience was exceptionally rich, making him an absolutely formidable expert.

  The competition continued on the square, Qin Ke'er easily defeated her opponent again, and various cheers appeared around the venue. Qin Ke'er ignored them, returned to her position, and casually swept her gaze over the square.

  The remaining cultivators were basically all in the late stage of Nascent Soul, and when his gaze swept over two mid-stage Nascent Soul disciples, he paused for a moment before continuing to turn away.

  To her, these people were all very incompetent, giving up halfway wasn't her style, otherwise she would have left directly.

  Such a competition would not attract the attention of the three proud people, at this time the three people casually lay on the chair, suddenly the sword shadow turned his head to look at a monk not far away, and asked casually: "Is there any powerful master in today's competition?"

  "I report to my fellow brother, among the remaining people, Lin Hai, Ye Huang, Zhou Kai, and Lin Yuanzhen from Qinglong Peak, as well as Zhao Qingfeng, Qian Tongtian, Li Zheng, and Han Feng from Baitu Peak are all outstanding individuals."

  "Han Feng is that mid-term disciple, I heard his talent is astonishing, Master Wan Shi is planning to take him as a core disciple under his own door, let's see how it goes" Jian Ying said with a flicker of emotion.

  "Han Feng's junior brother is indeed very powerful, having just defeated two Nascent Soul stage cultivators in a row. The next match will definitely be exciting!" the young cultivator hastily said.

  "Hmm, is there anything else besides these?" Jian Ying said casually, then asked again.

  "Only Zhuque Peak's Xu Hongyan and Ye Qianqian are left, both of whom are extremely formidable. As for Xuanwu Peak, they also have a powerful individual who is in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, yet he just defeated two Nascent Soul late-stage cultivators consecutively." This young man seemed to be very familiar with the competition on stage and spoke clearly and concisely.

  "Although there are few people in Zhuque Peak, every one of them is an elite. As for that disciple from Xuanwu Peak, is he really that powerful? He even defeated two late-stage Nascent Soul disciples." Jianying's interest was piqued.

  "What's the big deal, a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator isn't necessarily much stronger than a mid-stage one. Didn't we already defeat most of the late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators when we were at the mid-stage? He probably just got lucky." A nearby Proud Heart said disdainfully.

  "Ao Xin Shixiong is right, let's take a look later, but no matter how powerful they are, the protagonist of this place today is definitely Ke Er Shimei." Jian Ying smiled and said intentionally.

  "Hmm, let's wait and see." Feng Chen smiled and said.